Hey Lovelies!
Today is sunday which means Sample Sunday! Even as I am typing this, I'm not sure which chapter 2 I will be posting today! I finished chapter one of Walking a Thin Line (End of the Line 2) on friday, but since it is a sequel I do not think I should post the chapter considering it will give away so much of the first book I'm trying to re-release. So I guess I'll be holding that secert a little longer, which is so hard to do! So yes I'm have been working on Walking a(the) Thin Line and Invisible Bonds which is Family Ties 2, but I'm really trying to give a story to my publisher in a couple of months. I really want to give either Project US or Beneath the Scars to BCP, but right now the two are in different stages and seirously fighting for attention. Project US will probably win that one with Beneath the Scars probably not too much further behind, probably submit over the summer. I am loving Beneath the Scars, it is different then what I have written, and I just have been having so much fun writing it. The two will be as a warning my top two romances, I'm hoping that the two will stand out for their love stories. Yes there is love in Family Ties and End of the Line, but it's not the same level, but there is thrill in Project US and Beneath the Scars so don't worry! Oh I really don't know which one I want to post!
Well I guess I'm posting from Project US! Today you'll be seeing one of the leading men in my stories over the years. Nick was created based off a dream I had (which unforunatly had a real guy in my grade, so he has picked a couple of his characteristics) freshman year of high school. Nick is a big player in the Men of Ottilie Line up! My friends at the time read this story as I wrote it so this story because a big part of anyone who knew me in high school. There will be a bunch of people really excited for when this is published. So much of me has gone into this story it's going to be amazing feeling when I am actually able to get it published. So Nick was has set the stage for most of my stories for the leading male characters, usually they get compared to him by my friends. He is one of my favorite (shhh don't tell the other characters!). When I'm revisiting Project US I'm reliving the fun of this story and fixing it up. When I'm done editing it I probably will have a couple of my friends read it to see if they like the changes I'm doing lately. Really curious what they'll think.
Project US
Chapter Two
Nick
I crossed the entryway, my hand
behind my back to close the room behind us.
Rachel turned around, probably thinking she’d close the door
herself. She came chest to chest, face
to nap of my neck. I grinned. Rachel’s cheeks had pink spread across them,
so her. Her eyes were glued to the floor
as the door clicked behind us. I watched
her whole upper body rise, filling up like a balloon before letting out a long
breath. Rachel always has been funny to
embarrass. I held back laughter. I didn’t want to make her completely
uncomfortable.
The hall was surprisingly
quiet. Rachel was a step or two ahead of
me despite her shorter legs. My eyes
glimpsed over to her. Rachel’s hair was
just short of her wait, blond with smooth waves that flowed down from the top
of her head to the tips of her strands.
Her coat was button and tied close to her upper body and overlapping
those dark blue jeans of hers. Rachel’s
white little sneakers just peaking out of the bottom of her pants, no I wasn’t
studying her.
I reached around her when we
reached the end of the hall to open the door before her. She titled her head to some extent so that
her big green eyes would meet mine. The
corners of her lips turned ever so slightly.
“Thanks,” She spoke.
“No problem, Rachel,” I responded.
Rachel started to hop down the
stairs. When I say hop, I mean quite
literally bouncing down the stairs like a small child. I took each step in hast to keep up with her. It was probably not wise to lose a short
woman on a mission. My sister and mother
proved that one. I was the youngest of
four, two older brothers and an older sister.
Plus I’ve had classes long enough with Rachel to know the teachers were
going to fix our room situation. When we
reached the bottom of the platform we made our way out into the lobby to be
seeing our grade traveling as a herd into another room, a big room filled with
tables and chairs for dinning, most likely was used for conferences that came
to the hotel. I glanced down at Rachel
who shrugged her shoulders as we followed.
We were ushered to a random table.
I sit in the chair, closed my eyes
for a moment and stretched wishing that I could just go to sleep already to
make up for waking up so freaking early this morning for this stupidity. My siblings took this trip in eighth grade,
my brothers felt the need to brag about the fact they didn’t have a project
like us. My sister smacked them with a
spatula when she was cooking to get them to shut up. That started a food fight in the March
household. We were just lucky my Mom
came home before my Dad otherwise we would have been doomed. Mom got the last bit by shoving spaghetti
sauce in all of our hairs then made us clean up before Dad came home. I love my family.
“It kind of looks like everyone is
paired up when they are coming in here,” Rachel spoke in a low voice, disbelief
in every word.
Oh god girls were absolutely crazy!
“Rachel I think you’ve been too
many of your weird plot book,” I started thinking about when the plot of some
book I think was called Flowers in the Attic came up with some students before
class started, Rachel straightened out the facts which left me never to look at
her the same way. “We go to a public
school we are not people in a dating service.”
I shook my head as she raised an
eyebrow at me.
“Don’t patronize me Nicholas, look around the room,” Rachel
muttered, she just had to use my whole name.
I narrowed my eyes as her
gleamed. I rolled my eyes as I scanned
the room, observed more of my peers enter the room.
“Okay, maybe you aren’t’ completely
crazy,” I spoke under my breath and she stuck her tongue out at me.
I returned the reaction and she
giggled. I smiled. This was so normal for us. I really wish Rachel wasn’t right so much.
“Yo, dude what the hell is
happening?” A slap on my back came.
I peaked over my shoulder and
grinned.
“Dill if I knew I’d think about
telling you for a good price,” Dill my great for years.
Dill, Mark, John, and I were part
of a close nitch group, each person coming in at different years. Dill and I were probably the longest in the
group then John later in elementary school when he moved into our town. Then Mark moved into our town in middle
school with his Uncle, we were all a little different yet still had fun busting
each others chops. What else are guy
friends for?
Dill had his dark hair in his usual
short cut. I did not know how he could
handle half inch of hair. I liked being
able to have hair to run my hands through.
I would never tell my friends that, the girl jokes that I would
get. Dill had dark eyes and was a little
shorter then me. Dill sat in a chair
across from me, slouching back in the chair.
Next to him glared Rachel’s dark clothing wearing Bridget, big hair and
all.
“Hey Rachel maybe you had a point
in being pessimistic on whole drive here,” Bridget still kept her eyes on Dill
who looked just as thrilled as her.
“Schools you can’t trust them,”
Rachel responded, but she was turned around not facing the three of us still
surveying the room, her voice was distant.
“Rach, you okay?” I asked placing a
hand on her should, she withdrew her body from me.
“Do not touch me,” Rachel snapped,
even through her jacket I could see her shoulders tense.
I tried to remember her friends
hugging her in the halls like some of the other girls did. I couldn’t think of a time I’d see that. Actually thinking back to eighth grade
graduation she was laughing at those crying.
She kept shouting something ‘you’ll see them in three months!’ over and
over. I rolled my eyes, she’ll calm down
eventually.
Principal O’Doherty stepped up to
the front of the room.
“Students quiet down, quiet down!”
his stern voice cutting through the voices of the sophomore class.
A middle age man with brown hair
that was speckled with gray and white hairs that I could see even in the
distance that I was at. Microphone was
in a hand of his while his other hand was free to be able to expressive. I scooted the chair a little so that I could
see the principal, leaning back I watched around Rachel’s blond head. Principal O’Doherty was a tall lean man who
always wore a pressed suit that always seemed to hang just a smig on his
frame. Back when my siblings were in
high school he was a decent guy, but apparently a few years ago his wife and
him started having issues in their marriage.
Rumors spread around the school that his wife left him, that they spilt
up, that there was a full on battle of a divorce, that one of them was caught
cheating, you think of a piece of gossip it was mentioned. Ever since then Principal O’Doherty has been
a hard-ass, ruling Adams High with an iron fist that is so very needed
apparently for a very low key suburban town.
“Before you continue to barmaid the
teachers to fix your room arrangements, there was no mistakes made that is your
roommate,” Principal O’Doherty paced, his eyes scanning the room that was now
hushed except a few whispers. One of his
hands was somewhat open, rolling around in the air as he spoke. “The project will be taking the next few
months, possibly longer depending on how things go. Spending more time with your partners will
help the project develop for the full experience.”
He stopped in the center of the
platform upfront. Principal O’Doherty’s
body was directly facing the middle of the study body. All of us waited for him to continue so we
would finally hear the details of the allege project. My eyes drifted down from Principal O’Doherty
and to Rachel. The girl was stressing
from the moment the permission slips were passed out during homeroom! Rachel’s emotions weren’t fully fury or
crazed, but more curiosity and dread of who she would be paired up with. GPA was a heavy top with her, she was the
type to stress over that since kindergarten.
When our friends were a little side tracked I tried to calm the nut job
that is female. I told Rachel worse
comes to worse she messed with the person, she didn’t respond well to that.
“We want our students at Adams High
to be able to enter the real world prepared for life and what will come their
way. We have a reputation to with
keep. Now I’m sure you students have
seen over the years seen on television or even from grades above you the
marriage project. You and your partner
will learn to corporate with each other, in addition to basic skills it takes for
a couple to function in a marriage.”
“Oh for the love of god,” Rachel
mumbled under her breath, with her elbow resting on the table she leaned her
head against her hand.
I might never have had been Rachel’s
number one friend, but I do try to look out for her. I admit that I have been known to pick on her
over the years, but I was never that bad.
I’m not that mean like I tell her to stand up for herself against
others. My picking is more like joking
between the two of us then harshness. For
example a few guys made a nickname for her (that she hates) and I call her that
sometimes. At the same time I tell her
to tell on them since a teacher heard someone saying it to her and told them to
stop. When I do push her buttons it
always seemed different I can’t explain it, but it just was. It was also written on her face that it was
unlike when I do call her it the once in a blue moon I do call her worm. She doesn’t have the look of ‘I hate you go
die’.
I leaned close to her.
“You could have been paired up with
someone worse Rachel,” I whispered to her, red spread across her side of her
face.
Rachel always turned red. I smirked.
Her chin was almost against her shoulder so that she could almost see
me. A hair tie held her hair back in a
ponytail as that her hair was out of her face.
She placed her index finger over her lips.
“I’m hoping that even though we
paired a bunch of high schooled students together that with this assignment
that you all will act as young adults instead of hormone driven teenagers,” Principal
O’Doherty continued voice still stern despite the catcalls that followed.
I looked around at all the
tables. There were the girls who did
their make up between classes with guys from honors class then there were some
with guys that they wouldn’t usually take a second glance at. Football players with cheerleaders and some
with girls from ROTC. I smiled at the so
called social spectrum being scrambled.
I peeked over at my friend Dill he rolled his eyes once he saw that I
was watching him.
“Since it’s still decent hour in
the afternoon we are going to have you in your groups get organized then head
over to the historical sight. Watch for
your chaperones and remember you are representing Adams High on this field trip
so behavior yourselves.”
The teachers started to line up in
front of the room to get our attention, but the chatter of the room just grew
by the second. Dill rolled his eyes as
Bridget next to him was putting on her long black coat, ignoring the guy beside
her. I glance over to Rachel who was
always bundled up in class. She was
still wearing her coat, her hands buried deep in her pockets. Rachel was already standing up as if I was
taking too long.
“Ready to head over?” Rachel asked
her green eyes on me, her voice light.
I shrugged my shoulders and
followed her through the mob of students.
I was almost tempted to grab onto her hand so that I wouldn’t lose her
in the crowd. With her tiny stature she
was having an easier time zipping through the people. I had to watch to trail after her. Rachel kept her arms curled into her chest as
she weaved. I did not want to lose her. I was squishing myself between people to keep
up with her. She finally stopped near
the teacher, scanning over her shoulder till she found me. Squeezing through the last couple of people I
made my way next to Rachel whose head came about the nap of my neck.
We moved out of the room and got
onto our newly designated buses. The bus
ride was short for us to get to Williamsburg. Everyone was talking madly about this new
news. We had to share a room with the
opposite sex. The guys were either
complaining about the girl they were with, celebrating that they got the hottie
they wanted to talk to in class, but couldn’t, or were too embarrassed to say
anything. I didn’t really know how to
respond to my situation. Here I was with
Rachel. I kept glancing over at Rachel
who was staring out the window the whole ride.
We arrived at Williamsburg with me wondering if this was a
good pairing or not as they gave us our badges to prove that we were on a
school trip together. I got off the bus
and waited for the rest of my group.
Rachel stood there next to me waiting like me. She was shaking, but wore a coat with her
hands still well hidden in her jacket.
Yet I was fine and I had a lighter coat then her.
“You okay?” I asked titling my head
so that I could catch her eyes.
“Eh,” she mumbled with a shrug, her
body swaying slightly.
“Give me your hands,” I spoke
holding my hands out she raised an eyebrow at me.
“Ha, no,” Rachel snorted.
I raised my own brow as I kept an
eye on her during the tour. We walked on
the dirt path though the colony just like they did during all those years ago. After having American history taught to us
since kindergarten it is nice to actually see
what was being shoved down our throats. We
saw people in costumes and buildings from that era. There were a few people in horse drawn
carriages too. A couple of guys started
to point and laugh at the horse droppings.
It is amazing how some teenagers aren’t much different from preschoolers. There was also some talk of trying to get the
people out of their character. If anyone
from my group could get the colony people out of their character that would be
very funny, I’m not going to lie. Yet my
eyes kept peeking over at Rachel to check up on her.
“It’s nice here,” Rachel spoke
through my chattering teeth, crossing her arms firmly across her chest wanting
warmth.
“It’s okay,” I responded not really
paying full attention to this simple place.
I really couldn’t wait to leave
this part to get her back inside and me some food. I couldn’t figure out why our school couldn’t
have gone to the sight in the spring when it was warmer and there was less of a
chance for the students getting sick. My
own fingers fidgeted at my sides restraining myself from forcing my own coat
onto Rachel. She would likely throw a
tantrum proclaiming she was fine and didn’t need my help.
We were at Williamsburg for a few hours before we headed
back onto the bus to return to the hotel from our adventure. We went arrived at the hotel rooms to get
ready for dinner, as a mob trying to funnel all those bodies into one door, and
then half wanting to take the elevators out of laziness while the rest of us
tried to fit in the stairs all at once. So
many people in tight corridors, I hated every single second of it. I was having trouble staying close to Rachel,
in the madness thanking that we were only on the second floor. Despite how I knew she would react I grabbed
onto Rachel’s elbow and dragged her through the massive amount of people
through the floor door before we made our way down the hall after she wiggled
her way out of my hold. We didn’t have
to get changed into nicer clothes for dinner, but were given time to go to the
bathroom or get a sweatshirt kind of ordeal.
Rachel was fixing her hair even
though it was tied back small pieces had escaped from its prison. The hair tie was pulled out completely as she
worked out the knots the wind had caused.
Our jackets were tossed carelessly to the side of the room so that now
her hair was down against her long sleeve shirt which hung slightly baggy on
her so that the fabric did not cling onto her female body then. She fixed her hair so that the strands were neither
too high on her head nor loose at the top of her neck. The light catching the waves of her hair that
rolled down her back.
“I’m still freezing!” Rachel said
breaking the silence as realized that I was staring at her.
“Do you want to borrow a
sweatshirt?” I asked her as she spun her body so that she was positioned in
front of me.
“I’ll be fine thanks though,” she
answered quickly; she crossed her arms over her chest as she scanned the room.
I raised an eyebrow at the girl
before me
“It won’t kill you to accept help;
I’m just offering a sweatshirt. I
promise no harm can come from a sweatshirt,” I ranted, hands coming out of my
pockets out with entheises.
She rolled her eyes shifting her
weight from one leg to the other. The
room filled up in utter silence and not the comfortable kind. I ran my fingers through my hair as I as
comfortable like the time I wore the wool sweater my great aunt got me for
Christmas when I was younger. Then there
was silence that filled the room awkwardly just like the first day of school
and trying to scan the cafeteria for a friend.
“So are you ready to go,” I asked,
my voice was more tender then earlier ailing myself to lock eyes, my blue ones
with her green.
“Sure,” Rachel responded, her voice
with a tint of bitterness or annoyance I wasn’t sure with her.
“I wonder what we’ll have for
dinner,” I thought out loud.
Rachel chuckled.
“You and your stomach!”
I put my hands on my stomach.
“My stomach and I have gotten
through some pretty awesome meals over the years.”
I grinned as I looked down at her
as we made our way back to the dinning hall.
She raised her eyebrow at me.
“Are you in a relationship with
your stomach?” Rachel asked.
“A very nice one if you ask me.”
“We are going to fail,” Rachel
muttered as she fiddled with her necklace.
“Nah, you wouldn’t know how to fail
if you were given instructions,” I snorted.
“If I was given instructions how
could I fail?” she asked.
“Don’t poke holes in my logic!” I
responded quickly before poking her dangling earring.
“Aw, but, but Nick it’s fun,”
Rachel faked a whine.
I grinned, I haven’t seen too much
of this side of Rachel before. She
always seemed to have her guard up, also known as, ‘this is school, things need
to get done!’
“Whatever Blondie,” I chuckled.
“Don’t call me that,” she laughed,
her voice stern though.
Silence overcame us yet I could see
her in the corner of my eye attempting to hold back her smile by pressing her
lips together and biting down. A
lopsided grin formed on my own face. Walking
into the conference room the students were all over the place, so Rachel and I
took our seats from earlier.
“Hey Rachel!” Bridget waved as we
got to the table her eyes covered in dark make-up.
“Hey Bridget I see you haven’t
killed Dill yet,” Rachel spoke up while Dill had his back to us all so that his
attention seemed to be elsewhere.
Bridget glared at the brunette next
to her.
“Don’t tempt me,” was all that
Bridget muttered.
I chuckled, oh how I knew Dill
was. Part of the guy code, make fun of
each other.
“Yo,” I called over which got
Dill’s attention.
Dill half turned, did a half wave
before finishing off his conversation with someone from the table near us. I rolled my eyes. What a buddy.
Rachel besides me let out a giggle probably at something Bridget had
said. She glanced down at the placing
before her. I shook my attention as food
was placed in front of me which I dug right into without a second thought. I didn’t even try to attempt to start up
again a conversation with Dill who usually was as enthusiastic as me with
food. I kept peeking over at Rachel who
was poking around the pasta sauce, pushing away the clumps of tomatoes instead
of actually eating the meal before. As I
chewed I watched her taking a small bite.
“You eating?” I asked fusing my
eyebrows together.
Her face scrunched not even looking
at me.
“I hate tomatoes,” she muttered.
“This is completely normal for
Rachel, trust me,” Bridget spoke up before taking in a good bite herself.
I nodded my head still observing
the blond girl besides me.
“I have eating habits like a five
year old,” Rachel spoke up as she skimmed a couple of strands before putting
the bundled portion into her mouth.
“Since everyone is done you all
will go straight to your rooms. Make
sure you are settled and well rested for an early start tomorrow, we will not
tolerate students falling asleep during the activities. The chaperons will make sure that no one
escapes their rooms tonight. Your
chaperons will also call you all tomorrow morning to wake you all up,”
Principal O’Doherty ordered with a stone face.
I watched as I lost Rachel in the
crowed of people. It wasn’t like she
raced ahead, but people just squashed through the opening. I was left behind as watching the small blond
circle disappearing the hall who was linked arms with her couple of
friends. My hands dug into my pockets, I
didn’t have my stupid room key. I lost
my partner in the crowd and don’t have my key to the room; Rachel was totally
going to use that information as a piece that we were going to fail the
project. She needed to take a deep
breath and come with terms with the fact that we’ll be great.
Elbows were jabbed into my as
people shoved around as I attempted to make my way up. Part of me wished that I was Rachel’s slight
size to squeeze through these dumb, pushy peers. People called out saying ‘hello’ to me and
others, but I was just to a point where I have been up since early that
morning; I wanted sleep. Despite the
happy belly of food, sleep was needed now.
As I cut through the mob out onto my floor, Rachel was still out of
sight. Once I reached my door, after a
couple second guessing on other doors.
There was no real response, but I heard the television on in the room. This time I knocked harder, and students that
were passing turned to watch me. That
only made more frustrated. Raising my fist
again to knock for a third time, but Rachel opened the door. Her big, green eyes looking up at mine,
however the door was only open part way as she leered out of the small opening.
“Why didn’t you use your key?”
Rachel asked, even through the gap had her head titled to the side.
“Just let me in already,” I
responded slowly, each word slow and fully announced so each part was distinct.
“Fine, go ahead and ruin my fun,”
Rachel pouted as she stepped aside opening the door fully for me.
I waltzed into the room pretty much
collapsing onto the bed as the exhaustion hit me. Propping the pillows behind me I was sitting
up a little more, my eyelids half closed wanting to be given the chance to
relax. Yet a short, furious blond stood
in front of the screen. Her weight
shifted onto one side with her arms crossed firmly over her petite chest with
one of her eyebrows arched high.
“I think we should make a plan for
the project, you know get a heads start so that we aren’t lost,” Rachel
started, her position didn’t move, she was a statue as she paused staring at
me.
I was not awake enough or in the
mood to answer questions about doing a school assignment. Moving my head to the side to try to peer
around her hips happy she did not have ones like my sister. Rachel just retaliated by moving her weight to
that side so I leered to the other side which she only followed suit. I glimpsed up into her eyes that were
narrowed. She was as scary as bunny
slippers; part of me wanted to laugh at her.
“Nick come on be serious! This is going to be a big grade for us, now
come on and take me seriously!” Rachel snapped as her hands locked onto her
hips.
I shrugged.
“Fine,” I responded not seeing a
point in arguing.
She threw her arms up in the air as
I watched her in the corner of my eyes; plopping down on the edge of the
bed. The muscles in her back were tense
as she still wouldn’t face me as she glanced around the room, but me. We were both stubborn.
“Crud,” she muttered almost to
herself.
“What?” I asked using my feet to
get my shoes off, kicking them off the bed.
“A little math problem for you
Nick,” Rachel started as I closed my eyes for a second before connecting our
eyes. “There is one bed, there isn’t a
couch, but there are two people…”
She stopped letting the last word
drift.
“And your point is?” I asked with a
raised brown eyebrow just wanting to end this conversation.
“Wow you really are hard headed,
that means one of us is going to have to sleep on the floor.”
“Why?”
I held back the smile.
“Think about it. If one of us wasn’t sleeping on the floor
that would mean that you and I are sharing a bed! And I am not going to share a bed with you,”
Rachel finished.
“And what is wrong with that?” I
asked keeping my face muscles cool as a cucumber while her face turned neon
red.
At this point with her change of
color I burst out laughing as she didn’t respond. My upper body shook as my eyes came close to
watering. Her eyes widen before she
looked away.
“You’re unbelievable!” Rachel
snapped, her voice wavered with her cheeks still highlighted.
Her body was half turned towards me
so that she could attempt to glare at me while she still had her feet dangling
near the floor.
“Well I don’t feel comfortable
making a girl sleep on the floor and lets face it I’m not in the mood to sleep
on the floor.”
“I’m not sharing a bed with you,”
Rachel responded quickly.
“Why?” I asked raising an eyebrow
before my eyes drifted back to the television.
“Because you are a guy…that is a
very intimate action,” her voice was softer this time.
“Rachel we’d be asleep not having
sex,” I retorted glancing back to her.
“But we’d be in a bed together…”
“Gees, relax a little I won’t be
touching you, we’ll put a divider if it makes you feel more comfortable,” I
spoke, my voice rough with irritation with the full desire to just sleep.
Rachel’s eyes left me as they fell
onto her lap with her hands going straight to her necklace. Didn’t even have to look to know it was her
the tiny, single silver wing jewelry she wore it every day for years, I
couldn’t picture her not wearing it; it was a very Rachel Hertz trademark. She always played with her pendent,
especially during test time, twisting and untwisting the chain.
“Look how about you go shower or
whatever it is you do to get ready for bed and breathe,” I spoke after a few
moments of silence.
The blond just stared at me with
the wing still strong in her fingers, purple finger nails contrasting against
her pale skin and sliver metal. After a
few seconds she just stood up and headed toward the bathroom with her bag in
her hand. The shower water was turned on
as I stretched, taking up full stride of the bed before standing up
myself. Heading for the closet I found a
couple extra blankets and pillows which I tossed onto the bed. Fixing the new supplies I formed a small
barrier that I was sure that would at least calm Rachel’s nerves a little, at
least for the moment. Reaching behind me
I gripped the fabric of the shirt; gathering the material in my fingers I
pulled the shirt off. Once the
contraption was off I flung it onto my bag to exchange my jeans for more
comfortable pants. Once more I dropped
onto the bed, the sheets up to my waist, with one hand behind my head.
Sometime later the water was turned
off and a few minutes later Rachel came out.
Placing her bag next to mine she made her way back towards the bed in blue
swirly pajama bottoms with a Giants t-shirt that looked to be the prefect size
for a full grown man.
“I didn’t take you for a sports
girl,” I spoke up as she pushed wet long hair behind her ear, but the strands
didn’t seem like they were planning on behaving.
“I don’t, marching season is enough
sports, this is my dad’s it doesn’t fit him anymore which means free pajamas
for Rachel,” Rachel started, but I couldn’t help cutting her off.
“FYI that is the wrong.”
Rachel rolled her eyes.
“The wrong team? I’m sorry am I offending you?”
“Yes greatly, take the shirt off
now,” I spat out with a half smile forming.
“Not even in your dreams Mr.
March,” she spoke slowly.
“Your team color should be-“
“Thank you for the wall,” Rachel
said quickly making sure to change the sports topic.
“Your welcome.”
Rachel pushed the sheets aside on
her part to crawl in between the sheets.
“Night Nick,” Rachel yawned.
“Night Rach, sweet dreams.”
Chapter Three
Rachel
